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So I’m moving into a new apartment, and I was told that the room had been damaged, but nothing could have prepared me for the fact that someone had carved Li Shang’s head out of the bathroom door and written “We must defeat the Huns!” on it.

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daddy-yifan:

Kris’s reaction to the amount of fans waiting for him at the airport tho???

"Oh my god what’s going on?"

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"WHAT THE FUCK THERE ARE SO MANY??"

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"Well shit…"

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"i’ll never let go jimi- SHIT OUCH THIS HURTS FUCK IT I’M DONE"

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some dude started throwing pebbles at my window so i went over and opened it and he was like “oh shit you’re not my girlfriend” in a very obviously intoxicated way and I said no, probably not and he asked me if I wanted to be his new girlfriend since he couldn’t remember where her house was and I said no thank you 

okay so he left and came back and threw rocks again and I opened my window and he was like “sHIT this still isnt her house”

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I mentioned this is the iconic images compilation post but let me just rant for a little bit. 
This is a portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz. Look at him. Look how ridiculously happy he looks. He’s playing with a card and hole puncher. He’s maybe 6 or 7 years old. I wonder about all the birthday’s and birthday present he missed out on. I wonder about all the best friends he might have made or about the tears that would have streaked down his face the first time he had his heart broken. I wonder about his future career, or how he would’ve proposed to his life-partner. I wonder if he’d grow up to be a doctor or a carpenter or an engineer. I wonder about how those same big, dark eyes would swell up with joy at the site of his very own child.
I wonder how someone can be so outright despicable as to pack him into a gas chamber and take away all of that.